She Accepts so Take Her

Lisandra’s words to Holda about being a King’s mistress comes back to the front of her mind. ‘You will never marry. Your children, if you ever have any, will be bastards born out of wedlock and will inherit anything that is their father’s.’

Holda is not ignorant of boys and men and what they would want from her. Her grandparents made sure of that. Some of the boys in her village would create circumstance where in the end result would have them touch or even grope her breasts. While some boys did express a genuine liking to her, her grandfather made things difficult.

“I’d be a fool to turn such an opportunity down.” Holda squeals joyfully with bright eyes. “Yes, Sire. If it is your wish, I will gladly become your mistress.” Her mother smiles from her spot, knowing well this would help secure her daughter’s future. Lisandra’s own relationship with her father had left her with a generous sum of gold to last her a long while if spent wisely.

“Excellent!” You say. Her dress is already pushed to the side by you earlier so as to reveal her beautiful round breasts. Now you tag the straps of her dress off her shoulders and slide them down her arms and off her hands, leaving her half-naked before you. Before you take this any further, you turn to Lisandra. “Unless you want to watch, you better get out.”

Lisandra nodded feeling a little silly. “Oh yes certainly, Sire. I shall leave you to your privacy.” Lisandra with her baby in arms left the room.

You take the girl’s face in your hands and pull her close for a kiss. You stop when she says, “Sire, this is the first I’ve ever been with a man.” You smirk upon hearing that. You don’t respond to her. Instead you resume pulling her into a kiss; her first kiss. The kiss is fierce and aggressive. The poor girl can’t help but be shocked and in her shock, her mouth hangs open. An opportunity you take you shove your tongue inside her mouth. You get a taste of her but she gets her first taste of a man.

You let go of her face and grope her round breasts hard; so hard it makes her wince into the kiss. It makes it all the more amusing for you. You scratch her diamond-hard nipples. The bright pink little knobs that tipped of her wonderful breasts will one day nurse your child.

Leaving her chest, your hands grip her dress and pull it down her ass and slide it off her thighs, legs and feet, leaving the girl completely naked.

“Holda,”’you say poking her pubis, “you shave?”

“Um, yes, Sire. My mother shaved and said that it had pleased your father. So I followed her example in the hopes it would one day please the man I would lay with. Does it displease you, Sire?” She asks a little worriedly.

“No. It doesn’t displease me at all. My wife shaves and I love her all the more for it.” You recall when you had taken Camilla again after returning from Frankia. You fucked her so badly and made her came so many times, she lost the feeling in her hips for the remainder of the night. You tell Holda at present, “I think it makes you look even more beautiful.”

Holda blushes immensely, feeling the heat in her cheeks because of it. She then smiles and kisses you. “Raise your arms, Sire. Let’s get you naked too.” She suggests after breaking the kiss. You grin at the young woman in front of you, please to see some initiative on her part. You raise your arms and allow her to pull your upper clothes off you. Followed then by your trousers.

Now you are equally as naked as she is. Holda ganders at the powerful erection throbbing in the air. With one hand resting over her heart and another curiously reaching down for your cock, she mutters, “So this is a man’s cock.” She grasps it in her hand and feels its warmth, its hardness and the pulsing veins underneath the skin.

“I don’t know why but I want to take it into my mouth and get a good taste of it.” She states.

You cup her face again and tell her, “Well go right on ahead, my dear. Go get your first taste of a man’s cock.” She nods her head in your hands.

You let her go and she slowly inches towards your cock. Holda licks her lips and puckers her them before she starts the first of many kisses on it. Holda kisses every inch of your cock before she gets on licking it all over. From the base up towards the head; everyone knook and cranny licked up and coated in saliva. Your cock tastes a little salty for Holda but she determined it would be a taste she’ll happily get used to.

“You’re pretty good at this.” You remark feeling the pleasure from her tongue. She doesn’t respond. She just takes your cock inside your mouth instead. First the head and the rest slowly follows, her tongue licking it up as she gets more of it inside. A few minutes later and she’s got all of your cock inside her mouth. It hits her throat and you can feel a bit of pre-cum dripping from the tip.

You stroke her hair and your breathing increases as she bobs her head up and down your penis. She’s good at this, you think. So good that you fear it might make you spill your seed in the wrong orifice. So you pull her off your cock. You bring her up to your face. Her mouth still wide open.

“That was good but I think we should get to the main part now.” You lay down on the bed and your cock is left hanging tall in the air. Holda’s pure flower is dripping wet and leaking down her thighs. She climbs on top of you and inserts the head between her bare lips. You get a sense that like with her mouth, she is going to take it slow with her flower as well.

You couldn’t have that so you grab her hips and push down on your cock. She is tight as expected but her slickness makes it for your cock to slide all the way up inside her. Holda screams in pain as her hymen is torn and her vagina is stretched open for the first time. Her face turns into a grimace. You don’t move so she could grow accustomed to the new intruder that’s fully occupying of her freshly deflowered womanhood.

It is tight inside her and the warmness of her cunt and its wetness feels good for your cock.

“It hurts,” she whimpers, her head hanging down and her long black hair flowing down at the sides, “Mother and grandmother said it would hurt the first time... when I truly would become a woman.”

You hold her face and make her look at you, “The pain will subside soon,” you say to her soothingly, “and will give way for something better.” She nods.

True enough, the pain subsides and gives way to pleasure. Sensing this you start moving. You place your hands on her hips and lift them up while yours does down on the bed and your cock is withdrawn from her pussy with only the head remaining inside before your hips slam into each other.

“AH!” Goes Holda.

“Yes, that’s it, Holda. Be loud. Don’t hold back your moans and screams.” You encourage. So Holda becomes quite vocal about it, making sounds of pleasure for every thrust inside her.

Your thumbs massage the sides of her belly. It isn’t as flat or toned compared to the other women in your life. Holda is after all a little on the plump side though nowhere near fat. No, her belly is fleshy and it leads to a nice, slap-happy ass which earns you a yelp in pain when you do slap her by surprise.

Your eyes fixate on her pendulous bosoms. Those stiff nipples of her are just begging to be sucked. So you sear up and take them one at a time in your mouth and suck on them while your tongue licks around them.

“Oh... my King... that’s good...” she moans, feeling the pleasurable shivers originating from her nipples. She encircles her arms around you and keeps you sucking on them, leaving them both slick with spit.

“You’re beautiful, Holda.” You say, taking your mouth off her nipple.

“Ah! Thank you, Sire. Oh!” She says back.

Then Holda feels her first ever orgasm coming. “Oh Almighty! Ah! Oh fuck!” She squealed. “I can feel... something coming! Oh fuck!”

“Just let it come!” You grunted.

“Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! OH FUCK!” She screamed, holding you closer and tighter in her arms. Her first orgasm surged through her in waves of pleasure. Her thighs weakened, her hips shake and you feel her cunt gripping tight around your cock. Despite still being fucked after her orgams subsided and resting her head on your shoulder, you don’t stop impaling her with your royal penis.

“I’m cumming!” You grunt, feeling your release near. You speed up, driving your cock inside her hard and fast and so deep.

“Cum inside me, my King.” She says sultrily into your ear. “Let it all out inside me. Give me your seed.”

Surprising her again and earning another yelp, you change positions without taking your cock out of her cunt with her now with her back on the bed and you on top. You piston hard into her warm, wet snatch until you final achieve release and your seed explodes inside her fertile depths. You let out a loud grunt feeling your seed burst from your cock.

After spilling the last ounce of seed from your penis, you withdraw out of her. “My King,” Holda props herself up on her elbows, “that felt wonderful!”

You lean close and kiss her, “I’m glad to hear you enjoy sex. It’ll make concieving a child more fun.”

“A-a child, my King!” She stammers in shock.

“Yes, a child.”

“Wouldn’t your wife object! I mean she could see my bastard as a potential threat to her son’s inheritance.”

You laugh at her silly notion, “Dear Holda, my wife is okay with all the bastards I make with other women.” Camilla shared and really couldn’t have anything against bastards since her children are bastards. “Or could it be that you don’t want my child?” You accuse.

“N-no, my King. But you really want me to bear you a child? It is a little soon, don’t you think?”

“Not at all. You are a few years older than me but you came to me still pure. Most bastard girls, if what I have heard is true, are not like you. Unlike with my father, my wife will not forbid me from having bastards. A beautiful young woman like you would make a good wife and no doubt a good mother. While you will never be anyone’s wife, you will be mother to my children.”

“Am I worthy enough to bear royal bastards?”

“Oh you are truly a silly girl. The question is not a matter of worthiness. But whether you want to have children or not?”

“I would consider it an honor to bear your child, my King.”

“Good,” you place your hand on her belly, “because I want this growing round and heavy with my child and,” you pinch one of her softened nipples, making it grow stiff again, “these becoming engorged with milk for our child.” You swift to the other nipple and with one scratch, it too grows stiff.

“Bastards or not, my mother bore the children of the men she loved. She claims to have loved my father but he died before he even knew I was in mother’s belly. She loved the father of my younger sister more. Perhaps if the Almighty is kind, you and I can have the same relationship as your father and my mother. Take me again, my love, and ensure that you do not leave here without your child growing in my belly. It’s time I became a mother.”

You kiss her and insert your cock back inside her while the kiss distracts her, iliciting a moan from her.